paroles de chanson Florida Love - Deezy K

Look, I told her that im not rich bitch im blessed
President of the streets new elect
If i die today please remember how we met
I dont stress I just poke out my chest i dont lie in my music
I might manifest
He want smoke then lets do it got all you can get
Successful lil nigga still throw up the set

She dont care if the diamonds are real on my neck
She just loving the way that they lie on my chest
I got too many models require a text
If I miss out on shawty I move to the next
I got way too much sense to be living in debt
I got family members who live check to check
And my ex gone get mad Im not texting her back
I get to the bag Im not dealing with that

Im with my Florida love
You know wassup
Im too lowkey to open up
She just want a young nigga close to her hit the gas like vroom we rolling up
Hope they dont notice us
Yo vibe to me just dope as fuck
But it cant just be the both of us

Aye Im tryna express my love
You aint hearing me
Protecting my heart gone need more than security
She hit my line like why you being weird to me
Forever divided dont align with my symmetry
I cant post my new bitch I keep it a mystery
I met her at Kemistry felt we had chemistry
I told her I love her dont know what got into me
Lately I feeling like nobody feeling me

Im nike I do it I die for my music
I know I got groupies it aint nun to me
My exes are moody my new vibe is boujie
'She beggin me wear all my diamods in sex
If you cross me again aint no turning back
How you claiming you street but you talking through text
Im not ending my life cuz im under some stress
Mane you say you aint poppin who problem is that

Aye lately Im ballin and stacking and toting automatics
I feel like I missed the whole summer
10 bands to my moma she witnessed the come up
That money I run up avoiding the drama
'I strive and I prosper attack and i conquer
Im str8 off the hustle 10 bands to 100 my lil florida bit see me once out the summer
I blow a bag on her then back to the jungle

Pack up yo bags we gone go out the country
Im locked in on music aint worried bout no hunching
We'll be talking all day if we talking bout money
You gotta get props aint no taking nun from me
I die for my brand I wont die for no money
I brig out the jewelry im making it sunny
I know who I am i cant move like no dummy
I know who I am I cant move like no dummy

Im with my Florida love
You know wassup
Im too lowkey to open up
She just want a young nigga close to her hit the gas like vroom we rolling up
Hope they dont notice us
Yo vibe to me just dope as fuck
But it cant just be the both of us

Aye You loving the way I be touching yo body Im coming from outta town
Then I get off that dosier
Bend that ass over
Next thing you know ima dick you down
Ima move round the city with sticks around
Its just me and my glizzy no bitches around
Im too deep in the game for commitment now
Fuck all that talking just hear me out